...because today I realized: McDonald's is walking distance from my office. I can walk over there, have a cheeseburger & a side salad, walk back, all within half an hour. Easy peasy.
Plus, today they were playing funky, bass-heavy, instrumental jazz music in there.
Mostly, though, it's just nice to have the weather warm enough to be able to walk outside without cursing the bitter wind.
My boss keeps asking me pointed questions. Why do I take so many shots? Why am I using the Navy style guide instead of AP? Why do I insist on wearing high heels?
Baby, you can have my stilettos when you pry them off my cold, dead feet.
He's nice about it, though, and a very genial guy, and I think I am going to become a much more disciplined writer because of him. I'm glad.